No matter how upset the liberal media gets, they're not going to get a ban.

I'd even venture to say that the democrats don't even want a ban right now, what they want is an issue to fill the airwaves, take the heat of the FBI investigation off Hillary, and a means to attack Trump and the right.  A ban would take that away from them.


Look at some of the political headlines "Hillary calls for unity, Trump goes on attack".  That's what they want.

And any politician that votes for a ban /confiscation, should be made to lead the stack that is kicking down doors.

Frankly the last time around it was amazing we got a sunset clause.    But the fact that the last AWB did nothing to the crime rate will not deter them.

Come and take them

The last time I wrote my rep in Congress about this (a female Democrat), she replied back that she would never support a confiscation ban, even though she does support some form of new AWB.

I "hope" she still feels that way, assuming she was being truthful in the first place.

If Hillary wins in November I'll soon find out I suppose.

Really that's the only thing left that might save us if we lose in November - that hopefully there are enough Democrats who will not go along with registration/confiscation/SAFE act type shit.

Otherwise, the last one left, please turn out the lights, cuz the party's over - especially after Hillary stacks the supreme court her way.

Yep. Whats to stop all of these so called "new felons" from getting very creative? Drilling an extra hole is only the beginning.

They claim it's impossible to deport 10 million illegals?

 
Watch what happens if they try gun confiscation?

10 million or so AR 15's in the hands of "We The People"

If they want to make thier feelz happy with a ban of some sort, I propose that from a certain date, no bayo lugs on new rifles. (Removes some weight)

I agree!  Let's get rid of that useless weight incredibly evil bayonet lug!

I propose we ban the ban on suppressors, and make them tax deductible.


ETA: Laugh. I know the NFA and realize it is not a ban, but it is funny to call it one.

Of course with enough control in Congress, the White House and Supreme Court an all out federal ban on ownership is here. To deny that is just having your head in the sand. There will probably be an amnesty period to turn them in or be in violation of federal law. No need to even try and confiscate anything. Which would most likely be seen as a failure. Where a turn in or else would easily play out as a success as footage of piles of guns is shown on the news as "guns taken of the streets" kind of thing.

Why are we all acting like there's going to be a ban and we can't stop it?
We did this after Sandy hook too.

Stop bitching, stop speculating.

Get out your pens and paper.  Start writing your representatives.  Tell them "NO!".  Refer to he terrorist attack as a terror attack not a shooting.

Get out the vote.  Vote for pro-gun senators and representatives.
Realize right now that Trump is our candidate like it or not and a 3rd party will not win.
Vote for him and spend four years putting on the pressure for someone else next election.

Work hard on changing the minds of younger voters so they understand what's going on and why.

Whatever you do, don't give up.

Yup, going to be real tough on them trying to the the guns in MT, UT, WY, ID.  On top of the fact that many of the LEO's I know would not be on the side of a new ban, in fact many have come out and said they will not comply.

How do you figure they don't/can't enforce the NFA today??

Sure there are probably unregistered suppressors/full autos out there,but if you are a law abiding citizen,it's a big risk getting caught.Wrong person sees/hears it and you can be in the shit pretty quick.

    This story originally appeared in "The Blue Press" (a catalog/magazine put out by Dillon Precision Products, Inc., 7442 Butherus Drive, Scottsdale, AZ 85260, phone 602-948-8009.) The editor, Mark Pixler, was kind enough to allow distribution on the Internet.

   This story may be reprinted as long as due credit is given to the author and publisher.

Sundown at Coffin Rock
by Raymond K. Paden

The old man walked slowly through the dry, fallen leaves of autumn, his practiced eye automatically choosing the bare and stony places in the trail for his feet. There was scarcely a sound as he passed, though his left knee was stiff with scar tissue. He grunted occasionally as the tight sinews pulled. Damn chainsaw, he thought.

Behind him, the boy shuffled along, trying to imitate his grandfather, but unable to mimic the silent motion that the old man had learned during countless winter days upon this wooded mountain in pursuit of game. He's fifteen years old, the old man thought. Plenty old enough to be learning. But that was another time, another America. His mind drifted, and he saw himself, a fifteen-year-old boy following in the footsteps of his own grandfather, clutching a twelve gauge in his trembling hands as they tracked a wounded whitetail.

The leg was hurting worse now, and he slowed his pace a bit. Plenty of time. It should have been my own son here with me now, the old man thought sadly. But Jason had no interest, no understanding. He cared for nothing but pounding on the keys of that damned computer terminal. He knew nothing about the woods, or where food came from...or freedom. And that's my fault, isn't it?

The old man stopped and held up his hand, motioning for the boy to look. In the small clearing ahead, the deer stood motionless, watching them. It was a scraggly buck, underfed and sickly, but the boy's eyes lit up with excitement. It had been many years since they had seen even a single whitetail here on the mountain. After the hunting had stopped, the population had exploded. The deer had eaten the mountain almost bare until erosion had become a serious problem in some places. That following winter, three starving does had wandered into the old man's yard, trying to eat the bark off of his pecan trees, and he had wished the "animal rights" fanatics could have been there then. It was against the law, but old man knew a higher law, and he took an axe into the yard and killed the starving beasts. They did not have the strength to run.

The buck finally turned and loped away, and they continued down the trail to the river. When they came to the "Big Oak," the old man turned and pushed through the heavy brush beside the trail and the boy followed, wordlessly. The old man knew that Thomas was curious about their leaving the trail, but the boy had learned to move silently (well, almost) and that meant no talking. When they came to "Coffin Rock," the old man sat down upon it and motioned for the boy to join him.

"You see this rock, shaped like a casket?" the old man asked. "Yes sir." The old man smiled. The boy was respectful and polite. He loved the outdoors, too. Everything a man could ask in a grandson ....or a son.

"I want you to remember this place, and what I'm about to tell you. A lot of it isn't going to make any sense to you, but it's important and one day you'll understand it well enough. The old man paused. Now that he was here, he didn't really know where to start.

"Before you were born," he began at last, "this country was different. I've told you about hunting, about how everybody who obeyed the law could own guns. A man could speak out, anywhere, without worrying about whether he'd get back home or not. School was different, too. A man could send his kids to a church school, or a private school, or even teach them at home. But even in the public schools, they didn't spend all their time trying to brainwash you like they do at yours now." The old man paused, and was silent for many minutes. The boy was still, watching a chipmunk scavenging beside a fallen tree below them.

"Things don't ever happen all at once, boy. They just sort of sneak up on you. Sure, we knew guns were important; we just didn't think it would ever happen in America. But we had to do something about crime, they said. It was a crisis. Everything was a crisis! It was a drug crisis, or a terrorism crisis, or street crime, or gang crime. Even a 'health care' crisis was an excuse to take away a little more of our rights." The old man turned to look at his grandson.

"They ever let you read a thing called the Constitution down there at your school?" The boy solemnly shook his head. "Well, the Fourth Amendment's still in there. It says there won't be any unreasonable searches and seizures. It says you're safe in your own home." The old man shrugged. "That had to go. It was a crisis! They could kick your door open any time, day or night, and come in with guns blazing if they thought you had drugs ...or later, guns. Oh, at first it was just registration -- to keep the guns out of the hands of criminals! But that didn't work, of course, and then later when they wanted to take 'em they knew where to look. They banned 'assault rifles', and then 'sniper rifles', and 'Saturday night specials.' Everything you saw on the TV or in the movies was against us. God knows the news people were! And the schools were teaching our kids that nobody needed guns anymore. We tried to take a stand, but we felt like the whole face of our country had changed and we were left outside."

"Me and a friend of mine, when we saw what was happening, we came and built a secret place up here on the mountain. A place where we could put our guns until we needed them. We figured some day Americans would remember what it was like to be free, and what kind of price we had to pay for that freedom. So we hid our guns instead of losing them."

"One fellow I knew disagreed. He said we ought to use our guns now and stand up to the government. Said that the colonists had fought for their freedom when the British tried to disarm them at Lexington and Concord. Well, he and a lot of others died in what your history books call the 'Tax Revolt of 1998,' but son, it wasn't the revolt that caused the repeal of the Second Amendment like your history book says. The Second Amendment was already gone long before they ever repealed it. The rest of us thought we were doing the right thing by waiting. I hope to God we were right."

"You see, Thomas. It isn't government that makes a man free. In the end, governments always do just the opposite. They gobble up freedom like hungry pigs. You have to have laws to keep the worst in men under control, but at the same time the people have to have guns, too, in order to keep the government itself under control. In our country, the people were supposed to be the final authority of the law, but that was a long time ago. Once the guns were gone, there was no reason for those who run the government to give a damn about laws and constitutional rights and such. They just did what they pleased and anyone who spoke out...well, I'm getting ahead of myself."

"It took a long time to collect up all the millions of firearms that were in private hands. The government created a whole new agency to see to it. There were rewards for turning your friends in, too. Drug dealers and murderers were set free after two or three years in prison, but possession of a gun would get you mandatory life behind bars with no parole.

"I don't know how they found out about me, probably knew I'd been a hunter all those years, or maybe somebody turned me in. They picked me up on suspicion and took me down to the federal building."

"Son, those guys did everything they could think of to me. Kept me locked up in this little room for hours, no food, no water. They kept coming in, asking me where the guns were. 'What guns?' I said. Whenever I'd doze off, they'd come crashing in, yelling and hollering. I got to where I didn't know which end was up. I'd say I wanted my lawyer and they'd laugh. 'Lawyers are for criminals', they said. 'You'll get a lawyer after we get the guns.' What's so funny is, I know they thought they were doing the right thing. They were fighting crime!"

"When I got home I found Ruth sitting in the middle of the living room floor, crying her eyes out. The house was a shambles. While I was down there, they'd come out and took our house apart. Didn't need a search warrant, they said. National emergency! Gun crisis! Your grandma tried to call our preacher and they ripped the phone off the wall. Told her that they'd go easy on me if she just told them where I kept my guns." The old man laughed. "She told them to go to hell." He stared into the distance for a moment as his laughter faded.

"They wouldn't tell her about me, where I was or anything, that whole time. She said that she'd thought I was dead. She never got over that day, and she died the next December."

"They've been watching me ever since, off and on. I guess there's not much for them to do anymore, now that all the guns are gone. Plenty of time to watch one foolish old man." He paused. Beside him, the boy stared at the stone beneath his feet.

"Anyway, I figure that, one day, America will come to her senses. Our men will need those guns and they'll be ready. We cleaned them and sealed them up good; they'll last for years. Maybe it won't be in your lifetime, Thomas. Maybe one day you'll be sitting here with your son or grandson. Tell him about me, boy. Tell him about the way I said America used to be." The old man stood, his bad leg shaking unsteadily beneath him.

"You see the way this stone points? You follow that line one hundred feet down the hill and you'll find a big round rock. It looks like it's buried solid, but one man with a good prybar can lift it, and there's a concrete tunnel right under there that goes back into the hill."

The old man stood, watching as the sun eased toward the ridge, coloring the sky and the world red. Below them, the river still splashed among the stones, as it had for a million years. It's still going, the old man thought. There'll be someone left to carry on for me when I'm gone. It was harder to walk back. He felt old and purposeless now, and it would be easier, he knew, to give in to that aching heaviness in his left lung that had begun to trouble him more and more. Damn cigarettes, he thought. His leg hurt, and the boy silently came up beside him and supported him as they started down the last mile toward the house. How quiet he walks, the old man thought. He's learned well.

It was almost dark when the boy walked in. His father looked up from his paper. "Did you and your granddad have a nice walk?"

"Yes," the boy answered, opening the refrigerator. "You can call Agent Goodwin tomorrow. Gramps finally showed me where it is.

Lot's of folks are reading the posts on this site right now......don't give them any ideas on what will/won't be effective, or potential workarounds......

How is that working out in NY?

The Left is as nutty as squirrel shit in a pecan factory, but even they are not crazy enough to believe that confiscations are possible.



 

Post the second half of the story.

sadly, yes there is.
make them NFA and require a $200 stamp for each one you own. Make it legal for the police to ask to see your stamp.
get caught without a stamp, go to jail.

can't afford a stamp? turn them in.

It's out there, why don't you?

I don't have the link on my phone.

Fair enough...............
http://www.trapperman.com/forum/ubbthreads.php/topics/5297789/Sundown_at_Coffin_Rock,_and_pa

quoted for truth

Big difference between NY and MT, they snuck up on NY, they won't on us in MT

Considering all of the jihadists the .gov is arming overseas, the terrorists they're importing now, their arming of cartels, and general lawlessness.  Their laws don't mean much and our rights are non-negotiable.

If there is an AR15 ban I would just turn in my lowers...

I can make a lower out of almost anything...wood, aluminum or steel flats that can be bolted together..

just look at the stuff that gets posted here...

hell some of our members are making them out of  plastic mold material...

Ghost guns would be the new market.

Yes.  Bring friends.  Pack a lunch. (I get hungry.)_

Yup, new furniture would appear that would mask the appearance of an AR to make it resemble a legal weapon.  Not hard to do.

Well said.

Seriously, going to make me a felon with the swipe of a pen? All those dippy rules I play by now go out the window.

They don't like me now as a law abiding citizen. They're going to love me as a felon.

When everything is illegal, everyone will be a criminal.

economy collapsed snitches get rewards

America will come apart at the seams from economic turmoil long before that scenario plays out.

Wrong thread.

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If they turn me into a criminal with a stroke of their pen, I'll be a good one.  

LOL - that took me a second.  

If they just banned AR15s and Glock, half the industry would shut down. Soo many small shops with a CNC making ARs or glock slides.


Could always rename the site Mini-14.com

Doesnt matter what hillary wants. Congress has to vote it in, and judging by all the attempts during the Obama administration, there is a huge lack of will to stir up that hornets nest again. Simply put congress remembers the fallout from 94 AWB.

The larger the firearms industry the harder it is for Congress to attack guns.

Thank god for cheap, accurate machine tools that can be used and stored in a common garage, and make just about anything one might need.

ETA, vote Trump and don't worry about it. There will be no ban.

I am thinking riding lawn mowers loaded with thermite would be the weapon of choice.

also plain old shotguns will never be outlawed, just cause ar15s might go away, there is still plenty out there for terrorists to use.

parts kits. buy them cheap, stack them deep. Now you have yourself a "ghost gun" when you make it. Can't confiscate what they dont know about

Socialists and communists murdered 100 million the last century.  Hillary will have no problem murdering hundreds of thousands of "right wing extremists".   Your choice will be die or become a disarmed tax slave for the "other half".

I like turtles

A ban is just a suggestion to me.

They'll do what they want.

My neck of the woods also. Hell, all the LEOs have ARs and half of them hunt with them too.  It is common around here.